Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] by Vella Day

know, but right now, she didn’t care.
    One palm rubbed her stomach
while the other kneaded her breast. She should have turned off the light so he
wouldn’t see her slight belly bulge. Too late . Even blind, his fingers would discover all her
flaws.
    He circled the nipple then
sucked on the tip, acting as if he loved every bit of her. His touch wasn’t
enough to hurt but enough to show her what his loving could do. As he worked
the tip, the nipple swelled, and the pressure turned painful. She was about to
ask him to stop when the strangest sensation coursed through her. Spikes of
need warmed her and headed down her belly, landing between her legs.
    “That feels good.” She wished
she could have done a better job at articulating exactly how his actions
affected her body, but she’d never talked about sex with a man.
    As much as she loved being
the recipient, she wanted to touch Dirk like he was touching her. Men loved blow jobs . She slid her fingers down his face. The bristles
seemed harder than a normal man’s— more manly . He
leaned into her palm and kissed it, and her heart thrilled. He lifted his head
and captured her mouth. The connection between them intensified, pulling her so
close that their chests molded together, and their breaths matched in speed.
    All reason vanished. She had
to have him. He swiped his tongue against the seam of her lips, and she gave
him entrance. Tentative at first, she dipped her tongue into his mouth, and he
let her lead. He tasted of tomatoes and beer, a combination that was so
masculine she delved in for more. As she became the aggressor, Dirk groaned.
His lids closed and the fire in his kiss nearly undid her.
    He leaned back. “What you do
to me. I’m not sure how long I can last.”
    The next kiss barely made a
seal. When he pulled back, their lips remained connected as if he never wanted
them to part.
    His desperate words finally
registered. If touching her overwhelmed him, maybe he wanted her to enjoy him.
“Do you want me to lick your member?”
    He jerked. “Have you ever
done that before?”
    He didn’t have to look that
shocked. “Yes, but the last man I was with thrust it in my mouth, and it wasn’t
very nice.” That was the man she dated after her boyfriend dumped her.
    Dirk ran his thumb over her
lips. “I would never do that. In fact, I promise not to move, but I can only grant
you a few licks.”
    She smiled. “Then I’ll make
them good ones.” She thought she heard bones crack like the sound Clay’s body
had made before he turned into a wolf. “You aren’t going to shift on me, are
you?” Trepidation raced up her spine.
    “I hope not.”
    She glanced to his attire.
“You need to get out of those pajama bottoms.”
    He cocked a brow. “Do you
want to help?”
    She swallowed. Undressing a
man was an intimate act. Whether she took off his pajamas or he removed them
himself, the result would be the same. He’d be naked. “Yes.”
    It took a few seconds to
decide what worked best. “Get on your back.”
    “You’re the boss.”
    She liked having the control
for a change. For leverage, she straddled him and her vagina immediately
reacted. Impure thoughts slammed into her hard, but she refused to back down
now. She wanted this.
    After hooking her thumbs into
his waistband, she tugged the material over his hips, but the stupid pants
caught on his big shaft.
    He chuckled. “We have a
problem, I see.”
    He wrapped his hands behind
his head.
    Be
that way . She reached in
to lift the material over the obstacle and her knuckles brushed his hot skin.
Her sex sizzled. Getting excited this quickly might cause some frustration on
her part. As fast as she could, she jerked the material down, only to realize his
rear prevented her from removing them.
    She turned her head before
she took in all of his assets, not ready to see his big erection.
    “Don’t be frightened.”
    Now why did he have to say
that? She refused to let her nerves sabotage her. She tapped his